"If you'd only be my friend," he said.
"It would be a great honour for a girl—just a spinner—to be that."
"The honour is for me. You've got such tons of mind, Sabina. You understand all the economical side, and so on."
"A thing is only worth what it will fetch, I'm afraid."
"That's the point. If you would help me, we would go into it and presently, when I'm a partner, we could bring out a scheme; and then you'd know you'd been instrumental in raising the tone of the whole works. And probably, if we set a good example, other works would raise their tone, too, and gradually the workers would find the whole scheme of things changing, to their advantage."
Sabina regarded this majestic vision with due reverence. She praised his ideals and honestly believed him a hero.
They discussed the subject while the dusk came down and he prophesied great things.
"We shall live to see it," he assured her, "and it may be largely thanks to you. And when you have a home of your own and—and—"
It was then that she became conscious of his very near presence and the dying light.
"They'll all have gone, and so must I," she said, "and I hope you'll thank Miss Waldron dearly for her nice party."